Stuck In The Sink

Charlie’s wrist is wedged deep in the sink drain. She tugs, grunts, then grins at Laney as if the trap were deliberate. Laney steps closer, skirt already riding high on sun-browned thighs. She drops to her knees, slips two fingers past the thin strip of Charlie’s knickers and finds her slick and open. Charlie gasps, hips jerking, free hand braced on the countertop. Laney leans in, tongue flat and greedy, lapping at the swollen lips that swell even more under every stroke. Charlie moans and grinds down onto her face, tits bouncing heavy inside her half-buttoned shirt. The wet sounds echo off the tile. Laney curls her fingers, searching, until Charlie’s thighs start to shake. They switch without speaking. Laney climbs onto the counter, spreads wide. Charlie, still trapped at the wrist, stretches forward and buries her mouth between Laney’s legs, sucking hard on the clit until Laney’s head tips back and a sharp cry slips out. Two fingers slide inside, pumping steady, the heel of Charlie’s palm slapping wet skin with every thrust. Laney comes first, a sudden gush across Charlie’s tongue. She pulls the blonde up by the hair for a messy kiss, tasting herself, then reaches down again, working Charlie fast and tight until she bucks and shudders, cunt pulsing around Laney’s fingers. Breathless, Charlie finally twists her wrist and the sink lets go without resistance. Laney laughs, low and knowing, as Charlie’s free hand immediately cups one large breast, thumb circling the stiff nipple. They kiss again, slower, already planning round two.